a blog that reminds you: just stay calm. no need to sparkle.

Last night in improv class, my Priscilla accent materialized out of nowhere when I did a mother character. I have never consciously tried to do it in a scene. In fact I have avoided it, for fear of losing it or mucking it up after a few minutes. But somehow, it just flowed right out. Like I was born a Jewish woman in New Jersey.